I watch as she flaps her arms,
Pretends to fly.
With her optimistic charms,
Always asking why.
The sun shines on her ebony curls.
She seems to have a certain childhood glow.
Although she is different from the other preschool girls,
She seems to know secrets we don't have the pleasure to know.
I watch as she is lost,
In her own fantasy land.
She doesn't appear distraught,
She is anything but bland.
Years later I gaze,
Feeling hopelessly alone.
As she drives away in a foggy haze,
Finally leaving home.
I glance once more at her eyes,
Still optimistic behind a dark curl.
My eyes are no longer dry,
As I say goodbye to my little girl.
Still seeing her as five years old,
Flapping her wings and drifting away.
Still in her fantasy world,
Going on her way.
Poem From Mother To Daughter Leaving Home
Ebony Curls
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2006 with permission of the Author.
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